After Hongjun joined the Dao and divided the treasure, I walked out of Zixiao Palace with a bitter face - just like in other stories, the magic weapons that were destined for us on the Treasure Cliff were rare, but it was the protagonist Hongmeng Tianzun who made a lot of money and took away the Treasure Cliff.

"Okay, you're a quasi-mention, it's really a thief." A voice suddenly came from outside Zixiao Palace, it was the protagonist, "You still want to ask the details of the Divine Killing Spear from the mouth of the Dao Ancestor." Hehe, the delusion is shattered, right? Hongjun Daozu said it himself, this treasure can be slaughtered. ”

"Hongmeng Tianzun, we don't have a tongue with you, let's go." Senior Brother Jie was afraid that we would fight again, so he hurriedly said.

"Hmph, I'm different from you, with the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda above my head, even if I have an innate killing treasure, I can't wipe a trace of my oily skin." Hongmeng Tianzun sneered again, picked up the ink unicorn and left.

Oh, it turns out that I want to kill you, first of all, I want to drop your Xuanhuang Tower, thank you for the hint.

-- Wait.

Why does this sentence structure that seems to be a mockery, but is actually a hint, sound so familiar?

I turned my head abruptly and stared at the back of the main character, but I couldn't see the slightest clue.

- Can you hear me, protagonist? Was that just you?

I tried to message him with fundamental awareness, but there was still no response.

Strange, am I thinking too much? Well, if you think about it, if this is really a hint from the protagonist, there is also a problem with the thinking.

It is almost impossible to kill the protagonist by violent means. Because the author's gold finger is thicker than his waist, the protagonist always has some shit luck to survive. Besides, now the protagonist's combat power is stronger than mine. Not to mention killing the protagonist, if I can hurt him, I will have Amitabha. Oh yes, Amitabha is standing right next to me......

Forget it, forget it, I've said it a long time ago, this story has no solution at all, the core of the story is "the protagonist is the strongest", and the story logic is "how strong and cool the protagonist is, how can the story come", how do you say this makes people break?

The only hope is to wait and see what happens, and wait for the author to toss himself so that he can't get off the stage. You see, it's only been a long time before the author has to patch the story. The further back on, the more unbalanced the protagonist's power becomes, and the more patches there will definitely be, and sooner or later there will be a time when there will be omissions.

Thinking of this, I pondered the protagonist's words carefully, and felt more and more that I was thinking too much.

This is certainly not a hint to crack the story, and it says that "it can't scratch my oily skin". Even if I did what you prompted, so what? Let your protagonist suffer a little injury and suffer a loss, and you can't die......

"Can't scratch a trace of my oily skin"? Suffer a small injury and suffer a loss?

I froze, repeating these two sentences mechanically in my mind, and a flash of inspiration flashed through my mind like Conan's reasoning.

If the protagonist is injured and suffers, is he still the strongest?

Of course not!

If the protagonist is injured and suffers, is the plot still "how strong and cool the protagonist is, how will the story come"?

Of course not!

Although the difficulty is high, it is possible for the protagonist to be injured, especially after he personally sued me for the method.

The feeling of sudden enlightenment is probably the way it is now, and I find that there is a strange path ahead, and it is possible to shatter this story.

To my delight, the protagonist doesn't seem to be completely suppressed enough for him to give me this valuable hint in the name of mockery.

Obviously, he's still on my side!

The author's well-designed character and plot seem to be blocked by his fundamental consciousness, and the protagonist makes his own decision.

Very good, now that I have a way to deal with the story, I just need to prepare and wait......

After another few decades, my brother and I continued to preach in the West.

A faint light swept across the sky, undisguised the domineering and flamboyant saint atmosphere - the protagonist Hongmeng Tianzun Zhang Han.

I saw him fly all the way to the west of the west, and I saw him run out of the boundary of the desolate wilderness and into the range of the western god realm.

This calamity is finally going to harm others. I thought to myself, now is the time!

"Senior brother, my West has always been barren and lacking in treasures. Now that Zhang Han is so easy to be gone, junior brother, I will go to the East to find something destined to be around. "I said a word to the senior brother according to Zhun Ti's character, and without waiting for the other party to reply, I left Mount Meru.

In the next moment, the blood light filled my vision.

This is the Netherworld Blood Sea, the pig of Pangu into the water, and the hometown of the River Styx.

Sooner or later, the protagonist Hongmeng Tianzun will have to help the reincarnation of the post-earth, and if he is here, it is impossible for him not to pay attention to this side of the sea of blood. If I really come over, I will be arrested by him and beaten again. The best time is to do it now.

"I don't know what the sage is here, what are you doing?" The blood was rolling and surging, and the Styx Ancestor appeared in front of me with a red lotus, and asked.

"Poor Dao Shi Cai pinched his fingers, and found that Daoyou's Ah Bi and Yuan Tu Erjian seem to have a relationship with the West, I don't know if you can cut your love and give it to me for a full number of days?" I opened my mouth and brought out Zhun Ti's signature line.

"Don't joke about the saints, these two swords are the things of the poor Dao, how can they be given away lightly? Moreover, the Western doctrine of compassion and universality is also in conflict with these two innate killing treasures. "Styx, for the sake of me as a saint, reluctantly excused himself with his anger.

"Yes, it is precisely because they are innate killing treasures that they have a fate." I nodded, "Do you give it or not?" "Styx is a loner, and has never had any friends in the Purple Palace. As long as the nosy protagonist is not there, there will never be a second saint who will stand in my way.

"Don't deceive people too much, the poor road and the sea of blood have long been integrated. As the saying goes, 'the sea of blood is immortal, and the river Styx is immortal'. Have you heard that? If you want to do something to me, I'm afraid it's not so easy. Styx said to me with a sinking face.

Can I not know what you said? The problem is that there are only a few innate killing treasures in the wilderness: the Killing God Spear, the Four Swords of Zhuxian, and the Nose Yuan Tu. The four swords of the Zhuxian Sect are in the hands of the Tongtian Sect Master, the Mixed Yuan Saint, I don't dare to grab them. If you calculate it, your Styx is the worst, and now that the Asura clan has not yet been born, you don't even have the merit of your body, so don't you let me knead it?

"Since the Taoist friends are stubborn, the poor Dao has no choice but to do it, good, good." I fully deduced a shameless look, my hands were closed in front of my chest, and the boundless Buddha light instantly shone over the entire sea of blood, gilding it with a layer of gold.

The sea of blood seemed to be subdued by the light of the Buddha, and gradually subsided, returning to stillness, like a huge blood-colored mirror.

"You—you've severed my connection to the sea of blood?" Styx's face changed suddenly, and he trembled his lips and pointed at me and said, "Impossible! I was born here, and I have long since become one with the sea of blood. ”

"Haven't you heard another sentence?" I smiled and said the classic Tianlei quotation of the Flood Wilderness, "'Below the saint, all are ants'." ”

Before I could finish speaking, I raised my hand and brushed away the Seven Treasures Tree. The light was brilliant and reflected in the pale face of the river Styx. In the first blow, the cause and effect of the River Styx and the Sea of Blood were broken. In the second stroke, he brushed away the Styx's twelve-poinsettia lotus platform, Ah Nose Sword, and Yuan Tu Sword. In the third stroke, he smashed the body and spirit of the River Styx, and took his 48,000 blood god sons with him. This whole process is more than a cup of tea. Oh yes, there is no tea in the wilderness.

Styx Ancestor, hit the streets.

This unlucky ghost actually has no grudge against me, but for the sake of the story being shattered, the only way for you to get it off the stage. Anyway, in the next story, you'll be born again again, and you don't know anything. I'm a little shameless in this story, but it's also for everyone to be free, don't you think?

Suddenly I felt like I had become brazen. Will I be the protagonist one day? It's like the last "me", as a protagonist named a villain. Hey, it's the same as chicken soup in the high-dimensional world: "One day, you'll be what you hated the most."

Fortunately, the protagonist in this article is a mixed sage, otherwise I'm afraid the setting of "all saints and below are ants" would not be so good. For example, in some texts, the protagonist is the Holy Father and Emperor who is not holy in life or death, but has super strong combat effectiveness and a lot of merits, and in that Zhun Ti - that is, me - often plays the kind of rookie saint who can be abused by the quasi-saint protagonist.

Well, it's hard to look back on. Hugh will mention it again, let's return to the present, now that the Innate Killing Arcana has arrived, I have the tools to hurt the protagonist. The only thing that is lacking is how to break the defenses of the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.